MANY MONTHS AFTER PARK JIMIN WAS RESCUED :
3RD PERSON'S P.O.V.
Unknown to Jimin Kanghyun had been documenting everything from the second time they'd met because he'd worried about the younger males state, both physically and mentally. He'd talked with his band mates about the random meeting he'd had with the ebony haired boy a few years younger than him because he'd been so... overwhelmingly down.
When it came to the authorities trying to argue that he wasn't related by blood, he showed them all the evidence he'd gathered over the three months before the day he found Jimin literally dying. Jimin was underage, a few months from turning 16, so Kanghyun had said he was one of Jimin's cousins and he would also be taking custody from the Park family because it was easier to remove him from an abusive situation.
Jimin was immediately withdrawn from the school he was at and Kanghyun pressed charges against the school for allowing the bullying to persist without consequences for said bullies since it resulted in one of their students almost dying because of the negligence, ignorance and failure in the duty-of-care by the school staff.
All the bullies were suspended or expelled, individual and group interviews were held with the bullies and their parents. Most of the parents were horrified that their children had caused such severe injury to another student that the student would never be able to return to the school, of course the bullies tried to defend themselves but when they and their parents were presented with the photographic evidence they had no words that could defend their actions.
Each of the abusers was sentenced to do 300 hours community service with trauma patients and disabled community groups, and to complete two courses of rehabilitation for their behaviours. It was that or accept five to seven years in prison for unlawful and aggravated assault against a minor in the first degree resulting in permanent impairment to the victim.
The Park family was leveraged into relinquishing all familial ties with Park Jimin under the threat of exposing their abuse of one of Busan's (now former) up-and-coming dancers as well as having to pay all of his hospital bills.
== STILL A FLASHBACK, AFTER JIMIN IS RELEASED FROM HOSPITAL ==
SON DONGMYEONG'S P.O.V.
"Dinner's ready guys. Can someone bring it to the table please?" A soft voice called from the kitchen, a smile brought to my face that he was happy to cook for us, his food was always tasty.
"Let me get this for you sweetheart." I smiled at the soft pink haired male, kissing his cheek as I grabbed some pots to put on the table. Jimin had made a small feast for everyone to share as a celebration that he was finally out of hospital for good.
Ravn, Harin and Keonhee collecting the remaining dishes and took them to the large dining table. Kanghyun had been the person who saved our Jimin seven months before, I remember when he'd called Harin in a panic who had then yelled at me to grab some of our huge bath towels and to get my ass in the car.
He'd torn down the streets like someone lit a fire up his ass and when we got to where Kanghyun went to chill by himself, I found out why he was so worried; this tiny kid had been beaten to a pulp, he couldn't breathe properly and he kept coughing but blood came out. It scared the shit out of me and it was only after he was out of surgery that I learned his name was Park Jimin. It wasn't until many more weeks after that, that Jimin opened up to us about what had happened to him.
Kanghyun was absolutely livid and called in the big guns -and the police- immediately. After an investigation, there were court cases we made Jimin aware of, but he refused to attend. He appeared in closed court dates via video link. Partly because he couldn't or wouldn't travel and that we wouldn't tell anyone where we'd hidden him away (except the police, of course). Our close knit group of friends has taken care of Jimin ever since.
I scowled again at the memory. How could someone say they wouldn't judge their friend for being demisexual leaning towards gay - but then cuts them down until they don't want to live anymore. I don't understand how anyone can stab their so called best friend or boyfriend in the back like that.
A soft hand on my cheek brings me out of my reverie. "Hey. Stop thinking about it. It doesn't matter anymore." Jimin looks at me with his pretty smile, "You know I'm not going anywhere Dongmyeong, especially not back there. I really like you, you know?" A pretty blush creeps over his cheeks and he looks down, his hand still on my cheek so I take it and place a kiss on his palm. His blush goes all the way to his ears. "You look so pretty when you're blushing, Ji." I whisper.
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== FAST FORWARD TO NOW : IN THE HOSPITAL ==
JEON JEONGGUK'S P.O.V
Things were blurry and groggy, my stomach hurts and there's an intravenous drip in my arm; the last thing I remember was being out for dinner with Tae and Jin. I think I remember a sharp pop before a shattering sound, pain in my abdomen and then blacking out.
I look around and notice I'm in a shared room but the curtain between us is pulled closed, as if telling everyone to stay the hell out. I was never really good at doing what I'm told and the temptation was too great to resist... I struggled to sit up because the pain in my abdomen made itself known very clearly, like, LAY THE FUCK BACK DOWN OR I'M GONNA BREAK YOU! Eventually I managed to stand and shuffle the few steps over to the curtain.
"Hello? Excuse me, are you awake? My name is Jeongguk and I'd like to introduce myself since we'll probably both be here a while." I called out softly, if they were awake I could have someone to talk to at least and after hearing no reply I lifted my hand to the curtain. The only sounds I could hear were the heart monitor and a... tapping sound? Like when you pat your blankets, telling someone it's okay to hop up on the bed, it was rhythmic, like it's a message or something...
Hesitant to pull the thin fabric apart because of the tapping kind of sound, I take a breath and gently slide the curtain open. My eyes travel from the foot to the head of the bed and it surprises me so much I lose strength in my legs and stumble a few steps, not making the chair.
There are several thermal blankets covering the person on the bed. I see a pale hand reaching out to me from under the blanket, my eyes travel up the arm and then I see a tube down the male's throat that is breathing for him, plump lips and the tears streaming from glassy chocolate brown eyes down his cheeks. "Oh my god - Jimin?!" He nods as much as he can, eyes panicked and I fall to my knees with a grunt, feeling the tug of stitches from my abdomen.
I give him my arm and he begins tapping out his message to me in morse code.
.... . ._.. .__. __ .
[help me]
.__ .... . ._. . ._ ..
[where am i]
.__ .... ._ _ .... ._ .__. .__. . _. . _.. _ ___ __ .
[what happened to me]
.__ .... ___ _... ._. ___ .._ __. .... _ __ . .... . ._. .
[who brought me here]
"Slow down, I can't answer them all at once Min." Jimin flinched really badly when I called him Min. I smacked my forehead. "Sorry Park, I forgot."